49.) Again And Again I Tried It...

Again and again I tried it . . . tried to give

And to share . . . to foster on them

All my hard won cryptic treasure.

I wrote my letter to them

And they answered me not a word

I sent my book to them

And they could answer me nothing . . .

Not even a one word

Or else, one to lie, albeit unknowingly

And tell me it was easy!

When it had cost me my whole life

To write it

Yet . . . had they accepted it . . .

It would tear them, too, to give them

Everything . . .

All of everything they could ever desire!

For knowing it, themselves, they missed it!

For thinking they had it, they lost it!

They did nothing but hide it from themselves

Where they thought they had it!

So I hung up my harp where they threw it.

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